I have grown up to realize I am not a holy person — at least not inherently. At the beginning of my path, I thought awareness of the journey was the extent of holiness, that seeking holiness made me holy. I was wrong.

The concept of human autonomy within society is beginning to seem like willful self-deception to me.

The self in society depends on others, it owes its character and self-image to others, and it relies on gifts from others to meet its needs.

And, by its very embodied presence, as well as its every word, gesture, and action, the self causes experiences that constantly affect other selves.

It’s greedy to take all that for granted and then say, “I am my own person,” isn’t it? It’s not even just greedy; it’s demonstrably untrue. And think about what that means for notions of property, ownership, authorship, originality, and so on!

— A train of thought that left the station while reading Sacred Economics by Charles Eisenstein

I've had enough of the rusty taste of the kinds of emotional violence we act out on each other at our worst, and I know this: seeing it, being reminded of it over and over in the media does not help make it better, especially when those media are also your friends.

"Only the police tape, the bloodstain on the ground and a grotesque mystery remained Sunday after the brutal attack on the MacArthur Causeway in which one naked man was shot dead by police after he attacked another naked man and began eating his face."